It's nearly 7.30am, and I like this time of day.
I've just had a good night's sleep, and the sky is greyish opal-coloured. The loud noises of the morning aren't in full flow yet, it's quiet out, almost secretive. And there's this feeling it could be a lovely day ahead, full of comfort and pleasure and things going right.
Better than yesterday.
It's never the big things that make a day special but rather the peaceful, beautiful little passing moments--secretive greyish-opal made my day....
do you like being a poet?
Was the davenport any good? I think bright coloured ones might be more tasty!
Oh good. The way you were talking yesterday made
me fear you'd devour the davenport.
May your day be every bit as lovely as you hope.
Better than yesterday is all anybody can hope for. Glad you're having a good morning.